There is a white dog named Bunny there too, at the foot of the tree.
We do have the fortune at the moment to live among some beautiful cedar, pine, oak and sycamore forest in Western Tennnessee, United States. The woods here feel like where I grew up in Northern Minnesota, just with less snow. They have the similar rolling hills, wooded forest, rocky outcrops and trailing rivers of the area along Scenic Hwy 38 that runs from Grand Rapids to Marcell, MN and beyond. I spent most of my childhood and teenage years running around that area, climbing rocks, finding lakes and getting vehicles stuck in the mud. I do less of the latter lately ;) but I still do go walk in the woods.
